The rain fell in a constant sprinkle, making the roofs of the factory area wet. Below them, streetlights made wavy reflections on the road.
The four of them lay flat on the roof of an old cloth factory, hidden behind a crumbling brick wall. Across the street was their goal: the huge building with no windows that held the Primary Genesis Facility. They all knew that a terrible thing was being made inside.
"I could have that main cargo door down in five seconds," Draven said, his voice a low rumble. He was already picturing it, a satisfying crash of metal and concrete.
"And in seconds," Seraph replied without taking her eyes off the target, "the entire city guard would be on top of us. In minutes, we'd be on the national news." She finally turned to look at him. "This is not the middle of the mountains, Draven. This is a civilian zone. We can't have buildings falling on innocent people. We need to be invisible."
